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I gulp after reading the words, both in hesitation and excitement. That is a lot of fucking money. More than anyone has ever come close to offering for a week of my time.
I’ve had guys smack me around for a whole lot less.
Fuck, most of the time, that’s been for free.
Is that going to be a problem?
No. No problem.
Good.
This one gets whatever he wants.
Understood?
Yes, Madame.
Sliding from the bed, I head to the closet and grab a small suitcase. Based solely on the amount of money on the table, I begin pulling modest, upscale clothes from the hangars. In the event he intends to take me out, I want to be prepared. When finished, I could easily blend in with the uppity Wall Street wives visiting the Hamptons for the weekend.
Sliding open my dresser drawer next, I top off my clothes with undergarments more suited for a seedy strip club.
These rich old men might like us to blend in, but this is the fantasy they’re paying for.
Once packed and showered, I rummage through my remaining lingerie. The weather being too hot to mess with stockings, I opt for a strappy, black, silk and lace, garter-less panty set. Lifting a teal A-line dress from the bed, I slip it on and pull the zipper up the back before pulling on a pair of black stilettos with red soles.
As I’m taking a quick glance in the mirror, the doorbell rings.
“It’s open,” I shout, knowing that it’s the driver to collect me. As I make my way toward the foyer, the driver wheels my suitcase to the car. I follow behind and slide into the backseat.
After an hour of driving out into the country, I finally see signs of civilization ahead. I read the sign as we enter a town that I can only think of as the Hamptons of the south.
Adelaide Cove
The town is vastly divided into townies, who have lived here for decades, with their quaint homes and the sprawling estates of the rich and famous who have descended upon their once adorable little town.
We slow along a tall, stone wall and turn into a short drive before we are stopped at an iron gate. In the distance beyond, is a massive mansion. From the looks of it, sixty thousand dollars is a drop in the ocean for a week of entertainment for this man.
The driver mumbles something into the speaker box, and the gates slowly part to allow us entry. The home before us only grows seemingly more enormous as we approach.
This is so much house for one person.
You’d think a whole family lived here.
We pull to a stop near the front steps. My door opens, but it isn’t the driver. Instead, it’s a tall, broad-shouldered man with a buzz cut and gorgeous chestnut-colored eyes. He’s much younger—and better looking—than most of the men who pay for my time and attention. He extends his hand to help me from the car, and I graciously accept.
“It’s nice to meet, Cora.” He gently lifts me from the car while awaiting my name.
“And you as well...” I smile broadly as I stare up at him. He towers over me, he must be a solid foot taller than me.
“Samuel.” He beams down at me before turning his attention to the driver carrying my bag to the steps. “I’ll bring that inside.”
Nice.
Polite.
Fucking gorgeous.
What the hell does this man need an escort for?
